Sir Thinkalot Has a Message For You
In many of my recent posts, I've alluded to a complex personal situation. This text is my attempt to give that experience a voice. It is an open letter, a settling of scores, and a necessary step on my path. Some passages are addressed directly to specific people, they will know who they are. For everyone else, it is a raw, unfiltered glimpse into a battle I have to fight. It's not an easy text, but it is an honest one.
Hey, it's time to write something again. I think it’s about time to address some people. If you are the person that specific passage is addressed to, you will know. Simply by reading it. I mean, I hope you do, otherwise, I would question you and, by extension, myself. Oh, and before I forget, I found a good name for myself in this 'Sir' context: Sir Thinkalot. You like it? I do as well. Anyhow, let’s get to it.
To the Grief Mosquito
Sciara analis is the scientific description for sciarid flies, or root gnats. You know what they have that you don’t? They have a purpose, and they are so good at what they do that they got their name based on their behavior. At least in German, they are called Trauermücken, which translates to something like ‘grief mosquitoes’ and is based on their seemingly aimless life, where it appears they are just born to be sad and die. And you know, if an unknown species, at least unknown to us, were to observe you, I think they would have a hard time finding a name that defines you because, I mean, in what discipline do you shine? What would be your USP, so to speak? They would probably find a similar name, at least in terms of meaning, to the grief mosquito.
Mosquito, hmm?
Interesting, isn't it?
P.S. I have to revert my statement in regard to 'horror trips'. As I have noticed over time, my whole experience apparently diverts from the norm, what normal people would call normal, like, big time. So yes, I think some people would have probably called my experience during some LSD trips a 'horror trip', but I will never be able to tell you for sure, as the nature of everything kind of prevents that.
A Message to Mr. Morto
Speaking of sucking something out of something, diseases where the body, or parts of it, turn against you are a link between the two of you, at least if that story is anything but lies. I think I will find that out someday. Anyhow... I think you know who I'm talking to, yes?
Mr. Morto, that would be your villain name in some parallel universe where we would have some ‘Iris currency’ or whatever the fuck that scam coin was supposed to be. Sorry, I didn’t pay much attention after it was obvious that it was some kind of late-to-the-party scam coin. When you said you would like to see me as your antagonist, I thought I would give you a taste of that experience yourself. Why not have me as an antagonist now? So, that would be more thrilling for you, as it is not planned, you know? 😃
Also, I think since there is this huge skill gap, you would probably profit more from some form of cooperation. I mean, we would both probably have a better time this way, but who am I to know that, yes?
A Word to Mr. Fucked by Cleo
Mr. Fucked by Cleo, how are you? I mean, getting fucked by Cleo and afterward turning against women... I get it. But did you just completely turn against women and men, or did you find a spot on the other shore?
I mean, all power to you, I don't judge, but knowing me, I can't imagine you being completely dedicated to celibacy. But what do I know?
And why didn't you tell me otherwise? I mean, there were times you could have told me. You did tell me, I guess, but if I wanted the other person to understand and talk to me about it, I would talk directly to them,
you know?
And You, My Main Character?
I do hope Mr. Main Char is happy that he was mentioned early. What do you think, my...? My what? What are you? Who are you? Why are you? And more importantly, what do you want?
By the way, some level of alcohol and weed kind of does the job in terms of creativity, you know? I mean, what about yours? Seeing you like that, I don’t think there is a lot that is desirable about your situation. Maybe you could use that as some sort of catalyst to boost your creativity?
I don’t know, if I were in your position and really suffering from a lack of inspiration, I’d just imagine being the person who was responsible for you talking to me in a voice call and try to see the world from their perspective. I mean, just imagine it: they are against some force that will never retreat and also has all forms of insurance to prevent anything bad from happening. And the worst part of all of that is, that person kind of does it all automatically, much of it without them even being aware of it happening.
After everything I've figured out, this stuff that happens unknown to you runs on some lower level of hardware, so to speak. I think I don’t have to go into detail, but that shit runs so much faster and better there that everything that person is putting up against him has already been run by it 50 times, and every possible move is calculated 10 steps deep in advance. That’s a rather low estimate.
🧠 <- Yeah, that is special in some of us. And 'them' using that lately, I mean, talking to me and saying exactly those things, is just amusing to me. And then the question for the dick pic. That was just a beautiful request, I really did enjoy that. I mean, random people looking at it is nice, whatever, but knowing they looked at it was golden. Thank you for that, whoever is responsible for this comedy act.
So, if there is anything in you that has some desire for the being that I am, I would say: get your saddle out. There is a unicorn on its way to you, ready to be ridden.
To All of You
And a word or two for all of you involved: While I did say some things in the past regarding taking lives or even worse, I sincerely hope that you and everyone involved know that this stuff was only a form of art, so to speak. It served a purpose and was also profitable to some degree, but I can see how some people might be scared by that, especially the older ones. Have no fear, if I were that crazy, I would already be locked away, big time. Trust me on that. 😘
There's nothing more to say, really. I think my message has found its listeners. If you still think that pouring some 'wine of truth' would destroy everything, as it would validate my actions (or at least some of them), let me tell you: you acknowledging them does nothing to change my opinion or my state of mind.
